Thanks for taking the time to read this! I want to thank a friend of mine, Liquid, for helping me SO MUCH with this fiction! I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed (and still enjoy) writing it!
(Also a huge thanks to Justin Hine, for I would know nothing of games if not for him)
"These woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep..."
Prologue
Sieg glanced apprehensively at this young girl in his arms, and gave her wandering arm a gentle shake as he grasped it. He then let his eyes rest, motionless, on her face. An anxious grin began to spread across his cheeks as he began to think of the possibilities of his daughter, which he held in his arms. A bead of sweat drew a line down his beaming face, and solidified as it reached the grains of soil that rested on his chin.
Her dark lavender hair amused him for a time, and he ran his finger through it as he lay her down upon her bed. The man brushed his arm across his brow and inhaled generously before taking a step back. He pulled out into the doorway, and the hinges creaked as the door was slowly shut. The father strode proudly into his workroom and, his significant other resting from her overexertion, took hold of his tool and carried it outdoors.
He sighed in joy and began his work once more; hacking at the tree he had been lumbering boisterously on for the past morning. Through the thick canopy, only an occasional glint of sunlight could be used in aiding his work, yet he labored tirelessly for himself, and his family.
One day, he thought. My daughter will be a great woman. She will care for her children as I will care for her, and give them opportunities that I could never deliver. The Combatir name will be wiped from the minds of the masses as a family of fighters and become a family of leaders and pacifists...
He forwent his work and held his axe as a crutch, glancing at the natural bridge that formed a link to Ozette; the tiny village that was, for now, his lifeline, one day a great city that would be made so by his offspring. The man continued his lumbering, and as the giant oak began to tip on its side, he gave it a mighty kick that sent it over.
You'll make all of us proud...